The long hallway leading to their bedroom was quiet, the sound of their footsteps muffled against the thick rugs. Riven walked beside Soren, unusually aware of the silence stretching between them. It wasn't an uncomfortable one, just dense, as if filled with things unspoken.
When they reached the door to their shared bedroom, Soren paused with his hand on the knob.
"I'll take Leon to his room," he said, his tone measured. "I need to speak to him."
Riven opened his mouth, the instinct to argue flickering in his chest, not out of distrust, but wariness. He didn't want things to explode between them. Still, he nodded, choosing not to push. "Alright… Say whatever you need to. Just... Don't kill each other."
Soren's lips twitched, amused. "You think he can land even one blow on me?"
